HereComesTheSnow

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

boy oh boy i will definitely not regret this at work tomorrow time for dinner

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

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As the dull brown sands of the alien planet were cast into hellfire's orange by Konstantin's mech-scale satchel charge, the roaring thunder that rolled over the desert was sliced open by that same screech of metal rent by metal, now at a fever pitch, as if the plainly synthetic hostile were in agony. For a moment, the long howl seemed as if it would have no end, carried upon the rushing wind and heat through dust and sky. Kon began to believe he would seriously need use of his TLS and go for it's throat in both literal and metaphorical senses—

And then, with no preamble of denouement or trailing volume, it ceased, the ape of alien steel slumping into the sand as its top half nearly made the trip on its lonesome, roughly shorn into what was almost two by the blast. As it careened to the earth, its silence was mirrored by its brethren, a lance of light from the Voyager high above descending into silent metal, the foreign orbital shutting down with it.

The silence did not last long.

<<Nothing quite like watching the fireworks, eh, Stojanovic?>>

<<Good kill Stojanovic. It made a pretty light show.>>

[ERROR: Data Transfer to PANDORA unable to complete. Suspected Signal Interference. Retry? Y/N]

A field of orange light danced across Kon's screen for an instant, replacing the hues of explosive flame with that of a very, very confused machine learning program— one that pinged every unit on the board, be they designated hostile or friendly, as simply "Unknown". The pilot clicked his tongue, dissatisfied sneer beginning to form on his face as the system's diagnostics began to fight to reconcile some form of order with the scuffed dataset.

How very usual for this bleeding-edge crap. Stress test it for the first time in real combat, and suddenly all the bugs that had somehow hidden themselves away for fifteen years of development came to the fore.

[UPDATE: Data Transfer f̵r̵o̵m̴ PANDORA completed. Cached tactical data dumped to PANDORA.]

..?

Hadn't he been uploading to the Pandora?

...He was no network analyst or technician. Maybe it was a data synchronization between the ground team and the ship far overhead. Maybe the ship used its stronger comm arrays to connect to him. Maybe the alien scream had fucked with his electronics like the toxic rounds they'd loaded into it. It wasn't his job to know. For now, it seemed to have sorted itself out save for that minor, maybe even graphical, glitch. Friendlies were friendlies, the marked AO was unchanged, even chemical composition data was consistent with pre-kickoff (save for a little more in the way of atmospheric heavy metals).

The Pandora's techs and General Resources attache would have ample time to figure out whatever the hell had just happened. For now, he had to just get it back in one piece.

<<Bedwyr here. Applied pyrotechnics aside, capacity is unchanged. One shotgun is slag, everything else in working order. Merlon appears to have calmed down, give notice if it's not playing nice with anyone.>>

He returned to comms, circling overhead in a similar, if somewhat lowered, lazy drift around the ground team as before, conserving fuel for primary burn to leave the gravity well of this alien, now definitely hostile world. His eyes, drawn inevitably to the spoils of victory, prompted the display to magnify the charred remains of Bandit Two.

<<Looks like I stole Nebula's thunder. Just remembered Michael was the one that was supposed to roast an alien. Hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.>>

He came to a stop just a ways above his slain adversary, the jet wash from his propulsion beginning to hit the sands with enough downforce to kick up small plumes again, gentle clouds terminating a few meters away from the torn giant of silver. Were he not the man he had been shaped into by his youth he would have felt the urge to cup his chin in thought.

But he hadn't been the type to let a hand leave the controls for well over a decade.

<<I'll handle rear guard unless ordered otherwise. Keep an eye on things while we pack up.>>

Blades of the Blood Coast: A Grimdark Mercenary Roleplay

should i spring for it i’m almost certainly going to make a character that is a shamelessly clumsy, earnest love letter to Berserk, so best to just set the tone early

Blades of the Blood Coast: A Grimdark Mercenary Roleplay

My word is law.

given the circumstances, i'd be lying to say i'm uninterested.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

when i can

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

Will post when time finds me

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

i did it gamers

Secundi Lux

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Fiiiiiine.

Seemed everyone was unhappy that Miss Rosmarie was lying around on the job. Saaaaaame as it ever was... Right down to getting nudged in the ribs by the grumpiest ones. Fiiiiiiiiine.

"Hup!" came the incredibly dissonant chirp from the mouth of the felled Pine before the congregation, accompanied by the rush of air and a stern thud as she sprung up from the ground and onto her feet. She made a quick effort to brush any errant dust from the collision off her shoulders, before folding her arms in front of her and puffing up her chest as the selfsame easy grin that was so common on her face burst to life.

"Yo! Name's Selma! Pleasure to drop in."

...

As if on stage, the silence hung in the air for a very pregnant moment while the warm wetness slid down from her eyebrow. Only the faint echoes of her booming proclamation sounded through the street, reminders that ears still worked, while the eyes focused themselves and the descending streak of ruby.

Wait.

"eheheh, uh oh." A hand, still benefitting from the blistering speed of a transformation, flashed up as she wiped away the crimson before it hit her eye. She'd heard that head wounds and scrapes bled a lot, but were they really that fast?! Sheesh! "scheiss, that's gonna be annoying— So, yeah, good to meet you too, Aoife, Noel! I'm a little sad you finished it off so quick, fighting's fun and all, but it's probably for the best before more people got hurt."

The words tumbled out of her mouth, end over end and just a sight short of breathless as she valiantly fought to keep the show rolling in spite of the one-woman Three Stooges act that had found its way into her script. All the while, her hand remained pressed against the left side of her skull, applying pressure more than reacting to any real pain. After a moment's commiseration further, the assembled Ars Magi in the making began to walk back to the LZ.

"That... void that attacked us, it was stronger, right? Why do you think it showed up?" Chie asked to nobody in particular. "And..." she continued, "could an even stronger one have come out back there?"

"Eh... Maybe. Didn't they say the Nox was spiking unexpectedly on the radio? There shoulda been only so much around to begin with, so..."

Bereft of the necessary technical know-how to find a proper conclusion, Selma arrived at a shrug, before cockily smirking.

"Betcha if we all jumped it we could still take 'im, though. Poor Rivka didn't even get to combo attack with me before this one bit it!"

She threw an arm around the pouty Russian's shoulder, consciously avoiding getting any blood on her cloudlike lilac curls or black-and-violet ensemble. Snickering, shooting a sly glance Crystal and Chie's way, the devilish devushka beamed as her Cheeky Big Sister Energy came to the fore.

"Doooooon't pout, fraulein! We'll get the next one!"

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

ended up getting my edit done last night as well, should be good to go

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Feel free if you think it wouldn’t make sense not to—- i’m definitely gonna have to do edits on my end tomorrow rather than tonight